Naschid’est in sa capanna
He is born in the poor
poberita de Betlém,
hut in Bethlehem,
in sa notte pius manna,
in the greatest night,
de su chelu s’altu Re!
the high King of Heaven.
“Glòria! Glòria!” cantan in chelu
“Glory! Glory!” bright angels sing
lùghidos ànghelos pro s’altu Re ;
in the sky to the high King;
“Paghe e Vittòria!” si as bonu zelu,
“Peace and Victory!” they sing to you,
ànima pòbera, cantan pro te.
poor soul, if you have good zeal.
E ingiru a sa domita
And around the shack
de ànghelos si falat
a blessed crowd
una truma beneita
of angels descends,
chi ‘olende l’allumat.
that by flying lights it up.
E benian sos pastores
And the shepherds come,
incantados: cre’ o no cre’?
enchanted: believing or not believing?
e a cussos resplendores
and to that glow
apuntan lestros su pe’.
they move quickly their feet.
E narat donniunu in coro:
And everyone says in his heart:
“Bambineddu, inoghe so,
“Little child, here I am,
non ti ‘atto prata et oro
I won’t bring you silver and gold,
ma cust'ànima ti do.”
but I give you my soul.”